#misung

Minho has had a very long day.

it all started this morning when he was woken up by Hyunjin and Felix running up and down the stairs, chasing after each other.

then, once at the studio, he was forced to stay in that recording booth for an extra 45 minutes because he couldn’t get the part right. The obnoxious “try again” in Chan’s voice still ringing in his ears. Not to mention he was holding everyone else up.

And lastly, they ordered takeout. And of course the only thing that wasn’t in the bag when they sat down to eat was his meal.

Even though all of his members reassured him and offer to share their food, he just couldn’t take it anymore.

After quietly excusing himself to the kitchen, he began to fill a cup up with water, feeling his eyes well up with the same kind of liquid.

He sat on the counter, silently letting the tears of overstimulation fall down his red cheeks as he stared into the water cup in his lap.

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It wasn’t much long after that he hear foot steps walking into the kitchen. He didn’t even bother looking up.

now that someone was in here, he began to feel very embarrassed.

I’m leeknow. I don’t cry?!

the figure moved to stand between his legs, leaning his hips on the counter top by Minho’s groin.

A soft gentle hand came up and gently pushed his chin up.

Sungie.

Jisung gave him a soft reassuring smile as his hand moved to rub up and down Minho’s thigh.

This just made him cry harder.

Then lean his body forward, hiding his face in that sweet spot in Jisung’s neck that was just for him. His spot. His hands came up and clenched the front of Jisung’s shirt.

He felt his Sungie’s gentle but firm arms wrap around his whole body, enveloping him in a tight squeeze.

“shhh, it’s okay baby. It’s okay.” jisung kept those soft and love filled words of affirmation going in Minho’s ear as he calmed down.

But it didn’t last very long.

With a sudden realization, Minho snaps back, sitting straight up, though his hands are still gripped onto Jisung’s shirt. Jisung’s hands rest on Minho’s hips.

“I-I don’t even…there’s no reason to be like this. I-I mean it w-wasn’t even that b-bad. I-“ Minho had began stuttering out apologies and started pushing down his feelings.

He was swiping hastily at his eyes trying to get the tears to stop falling, as if his red and blotchy face wouldn’t give it away.

Jisung cut him off, however, grabbing his wrists and gently pulling his hands down to hold them in his lap.

“no no baby, we’re nice to our face. We don’t scratch and hit it okay? It’s too pretty for that.” Jisung said softly.

Minho couldn’t help but feel warm inside when Sungie treated like this. Especially when it’s usually the other way around. His face was burning bright red, not just from the tears.

“Can I make a deal with you?” Jisung offered. Minho nodded hastily.

“How about we go back to the table with the others, eat some dinner, then we can have some cuddles and talk about it on the couch? Does that sound good?”

Minho thought that sounded fantastic. There was only one issue: He didn’t get his food.

“but-“

“I have enough food for the both of us baby, no worries.” Jisung quickly reassured.

Minho nodded, then allowed him to lead him back to the table with the others.

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“you can always come to me baby, you know that?” Jisung said to Minho, gently massaging the back of his head.

Minho nodded, but he didn’t hear anything else after that.

Han was just peacefully sitting on his seat, focusing on what the teacher was saying, until he felt a tap on his shoulder, making him turn around a little to look at who it was.

Hyunjin, his friend, and he had that playful smile on his face.

“Hey dude, coming to the party I'm throwing on the weekend?” he whispers, to not get caught by the teacher.

“I don’t know, who's coming?”

“I mean, I can't exactly name everyone coming, you've been to my parties before, can you name everyone that has been there?”

Han sighed, and just rolled his eyes “No, but anybody i know?”

“Well, Binnies coming obviously,Chan said he and Jeoning are coming, Felix, Seungmin, Minh-” the older one couldn’t finish saying the name before han refused, “no, i’m not coming if he’s coming there”

Hyunjin rolled his eyes, “Minho?, oh come on, i don’t understand why you don’t like each other”

“Because he's an annoying asshole who gets on my nerves”

“Right, and like you don’t get on his nerves” Hyunjin bit back.

“Well he deserves it for getting on my nerves! Saying he is better than me, bullshit, i’m better than him in every wa-”

“Han Jisung!” the teacher's voice echoes in the classroom, all the students' eyes now on the squirrel looking boy.

“If you have something so important to say that you’re interrupting my class, then I assume you can share it with the whole class?”

Han let out a little awkward chuckle at the teachers question “Uhm, n-no ma’am, i’m sorry, it won’t happen again”

“Good, now everybody, the next assignment….” the teacher's voice melts into the background as Han gives Hyunjin a glare.

Hyunjin just smirked at him and focused on the teacher again, but surely going to continue this conversation after the class.

—---

“Please Han, come to the party~” Hyunjin was whining to Han as they got out of the classroom.

“Why do i need to come, you can party without me”

“Because you haven’t been to my parties in at least two months!”

Han just huffed at the older one's dramaticness.

“Fine, I'll come, but on one condition”

“Please, i’ll do anything”

“Uninvite Minho”

“What? I can’t do that!, Minho’s still my friend, also your friend, you’re in the same friend group, jesus”

“Just because we are in the same friend group doesn’t meant we have to like each other, tolerate sure, for the sake of others, but not like”

“But I want both of you to come”, Hyunjin whined.

“Too bad, I’m not coming if he’s coming”

Hyunjin told Han that he uninvited Minho, in reality he didn’t, he just didn’t tell that to Han, so that he would come.

—---

“Hyung, you coming to Hyunjin’s party this weekend?” Felix asked Minho, as they were in the library, trying to find some ‘stupid boring book’ as Felix called it, for Minho because he wanted to read it.

“Yeah, I was planning to”, Minho answered, going through the different book sections trying to find the romance section where the book would be.

“Sweet, do you want to come find outfits for us with Han, we were planning to get ready together since he decided he’s coming”

Minho paused for a moment and then declined, “no thanks”

Felix pouted “why not? Is it because Han? Come on,why don’t you like each other, you guys would be great friends if you put some effort”

“I don’t like him because he’s an annoying asshole who gets on my nerves”

“Like you don’t get on his nerves too” Felix stated.

“Well he deserves it for getting on my nerves!, saying he’s better than me, bullshit, i’m better than him in every wa-”

“Shh, boys be quiet, it's a library” the librarian interrupted from behind the counter.

Minho sheepishly muttered a few sorry’s before continuing to look for the book from the shelf as he finally found the correct section.

“You should really try befriending Han”, Felix whispers this time.

The only response he gets is ‘no thanks’.

—----

It’s the weekend, and Hyunjin’s party is in two hours.

Han took a shower, washing his body and hair, after that he carefully blow dried his hair in a specific way to make it soft and fluffy.

And at the moment when he got out of the bathroom -wearing a towel- Felix had arrived and placed himself on Han’s bed, going through the bag of clothes he took with him.

“How much clothes did you take with you?” Han questioned when he sat on the edge of the bed looking at the mount of clothes on the bag.

“Hey! I was panicking and didn’t know what to put on, so i just took some possible picks with me so I can decide here”, Felix said as he picked a quite revealing crop top from the bag “I was thinking i put this, 'cause I thought of putting some body glitter on my collarbones and belly, so i sparkle!” He giggled.

“Damn, you’re taking this Outfit planning quite seriously”

“Of course, Chan is gonna be there, do you think he would like this top”

Han chuckled, Chan, of course that’s the reason Felix was panicking.

“Honestly, I think he would like anything as long as it’s on you” The older teased the blond.

Felix’s cheeks heated up a little and he threw some black jeans that came next from the bag, on Han’s face.

Han just laughed and picked up the black jeans from the bed they landed on after.

“Oh, I think these are okay, I don’t have this pair yet” Han said as he looked over the jeans.

“You can wear them, I have my favorite jeans with me, i was planning to wear them so you can wear those if you want”

“Thanks, I don’t know what to put with it though” Han said, while he went through his wardrobe, which is quite a mess, so it’s surprising if he even finds some clean clothes to wear from there.

“Oh, what about that one compression shirt, you know, the black one, the one we made cropped for some reason but it actually turned out somehow usable” Felix suggested, while going through Han's jewellery box.

That’s how this usually went, Felix got the clothes, Han got the jewellery and accessories.

“I mean, I think that could work”, Han said as he found the compression shirt they were talking about.

He slipped his towel off, not minding Felix being there since they changed in front of each other worryingly many times.

As he changed into the said jeans and shirt, Felix also did the same with the clothes he chose.

As they were going through what accessories to put, the conversation they were having quickly came on the topic of —Lee Minho.

“I don’t get why you don’t like him, and no, don’t say because he gets on your nerves” Felix said.

“I….well, we just don’t get along”

“You don’t even make an effort to get along, so how could you?”

Han groaned “he’s just,...ahg, so annoying, and annoyingly handsome and adorable, and that stupid smirk, it’s like he knows he’s driving me crazy, and doing it on purpose”, he slipped out before even thinking what he’s gonna say.

“Hah! So you admit that you think he is adorable and handsome”

“W-what?, no, I didn’t, you must have misheard”, on the inside Han was mentally beating himself for slipping that out, especially to Felix, he knows the boy will never let go of that.

After not too long, Han and Felix were ready, and heading towards the party.

The party was held in Hyunjin’s house, if you even could call it a house and not a mansion.

Hyunjin’s parents are stupidly rich, and bought him that house when he moved out and started college, and who’s Hyunjin to decline them.

They walked inside, and were immediately hit with the sound of the loud music,and people everywhere.

Han was still in awe whenever he stepped inside this house, he can never get used to how big it is, even if he has visited a million times.

He and Felix were quick to make their way to their friend group who were chilling on the couches that were in the corner.

But Han stopped in his tracks as he saw the one and only Minho. And he looked damn irresistible, but of course he isn’t gonna tell that to anyone.

Han’s eyes shifted to Hyunjin, shooting draggers towards the —now quite nervous— boy, who was avoiding Han’s eye contact.

Minho seemed just as annoyed to see Han as he was to see him.

Han made his way towards the couch and sat down next to Hyunjin, and took a drink for himself.

Hyunjin just gave him an apologetic smile, but we all know he wasn’t really sorry.

The night went on, people dancing, drinking, playing games.

But there were people who weren’t exactly enjoying the party, specifically two people.

Minho and Han were trying to avoid each other the whole night, even when they were playing games together, they weren’t speaking to each other.

At some point Jeoning suggested truth or dare, and everybody agreed on it.

Even if they knew that it never ended well.

—-----

It’s been a few rounds, everyone was getting a little tipsy from drinking at the same time.

“Chan hyung, I dare you to….” Seungmin said and thought for a moment before giggling to himself and whispering something in Chan’s ear.

“I want you to whisper than in Felix’s ear”

Chan hesitated but did it anyway, everyone could see how red Felix turned after Chan whispered whatever it was into Felix's ear, and very much to Felix's despair, everyone found it amusing.

“Okay next, Minho, truth or dare” Felix asked Minho, already having ‘wonderful ideas’ in his mind.

Minho thought for a moment, thinking if there was any way to escape this but much to his luck, there wasn’t.

“Dare” he answered, not wanting to admit anything.

“Good choice”, Felix smirked.

“Play five rounds of darts..” Felix said as he pointed at Hyunjin’s dartboard on the wall “...with Han, and whoever loses one round, has to drink a glass, and whoever drinks the most, loses”

Minho is already cursing at himself on the inside for saying yes to this stupid game.

“But why are you involving me in this dare, Felix?!” Han asked, in disbelief.

“Don’t complain, coward, just do it.” Felix gave Han an innocent yet not so innocent smile.

Minho stood up, getting the darts that were on the dartboard and walking back on the throwing line and turned to Han.

 “Come on, squirrel, play with me”

Something about the way Minho said that sent shivers down Hans spine but he just glared at Minho

“Don’t call me that, dipshit” Han bit back as he stood up and walked on the throwing line, beside Minho.

Minho just smirked and said “ladies first” mockingly.

Han rolled his eyes, and mimicked Minho under his breath as he took the darts from him and faced the board.

He threw the first dart, 30 points. Okay, could have gone better, but not the lowest at least han thought.

He throws his second dart, and it lands on 80 points, Han smirked, sure of his win on this round already.

His third throw landed on 70 points, so combined he got 180 points, not bad Han thought.

He got the darts back and handed them to Minho who scowled at Han’s points.

“Aww, don’t be so scared, kitten, you knew from the start that you can not beat me”

Minho just ignored Han and threw his first dart.

When Minho threw all his darts, he got 120 points, he lost the first round.

“Told you I’ll win, now drink up so I can win you yet again”

“Shut your mouth Han Jisung before I shove it full of something you would rather not have in your mouth” Minho shot back, annoyed, as he got his drink handed to him and drank it.

“Woah woah there, baby, no need to threaten anyone” Han smirked, when Minho almost choked on the drink.

Baby? Minho thought in his head, thinking he misheard, and for some reason his heart beat faster than normal.

Minho started the second round.

After both of them threw their darts, and got their points, Minho won.

“So,...I guess you’ll be getting a drink too, baby?” Minho smirked.

Now it was Han's turn to be confused at the pet name, and confused for how fast his heart was beating.

He, too, ignored the other and drank his drink, slightly frowning for his loss.

Another two rounds have gone, Minho winning both of them.

But they weren’t sure anymore who had drunk what, because both of them were quite tipsy.

It’s the last round, but the rest of the group had continued the game, sometimes glancing to know who was winning.

Han threw his darts, and he got 230 points.

It was Minho’s turn, he threw the first dart, but it missed, so no point.

Minho let out a frustrated huff, trying to focus his attention into the throwing, but his mind was a little hazy from the little shots he had gotten.

He throws his second dart, 90 points.

But at his third throw, he was losing focus, he tried to focus again but Han was distracting him.

“What's wrong, baby, losing focus are we?” Han whispered, smirking.

But to Minho it felt like Han was whispering right into his ear, and that was maybe because he was actually whispering right into his ear.

“Step back, you idiot” Minho said, as he tried to step back as if to push Han backwards, but he didn’t move, making Minho's back to be pressed against Han’s chest, his hands flying onto Minho’s waist to keep him there.

“W-what are you doing?” Minho breathed out, he didn’t know why his heart was beating this fast, or why he actually kinda liked being in Han’s arms.

Han himself didn’t know why he was doing this, he just felt like it, and he blamed it on the alcohol.

“Go on, baby, throw the dart”, he whispered, his breath tickling Minho’s neck making him shiver a little.

He tried to focus on the throwing again, but it was hard because of his beating heart, the stupidly good smelling man behind him and the stupidly strong hands on his waist and the breathing right beside his ear.

Han smirked, one of his hands leaving Minho’s waist, only to find Minho’s hand where the dart was, taking Minho’s hand into his, raising it towards the board and throwing the dart, landing on 100 points.

“That’s how you do it”, he whispered right into Minho’s ear before letting go of him, and moving back to sit down on the couch with the rest of the group, catching on to what they were talking about.

Minho on the other hand was still standing on the throwing line, trying to control his breathing, trying to forget what just happened.

Like Han’s hands weren’t just holding his waist, like he wasn’t whispering in his ear, calling him baby.

No, that did not happen.

But it did.

Minho was having an inner crisis within himself on why he was feeling this way, why was his heart suddenly feeling things it hadn't felt before, why was his face heating up, and why….did he miss the feeling of Han’s hands on him.

It’s just the alcohol, right? If i was sober I wouldn’t be feeling this way, it’s Han, for christ sake, he’s annoying, he’s….he’s stupid and….and totally not hot in that damn compression shirt Minho thought, also ending up with the decision to blame the alcohol.

—----

Minho is dancing on the dance floor, and for some reason, Han can’t get his eyes off of him, the way his hips move, the way he’s so hypnotizing while moving like that, so sensually yet….beautifully even.

The room was full of people who were dancing, talking, laughing, but Han’s eyes were only on Minho, and those sinful hips.

As if Minho was sensing that someone was watching him, he turned around only to find Han’s eyes on his body.

But did Minho stop dancing? No.

It was as if Minho was dancing for him.

Holding eye contact while moving his hips, running his hands over his own body.

And as before said, blame the alcohol.

Han’s heart was racing, pounding loud inside his chest, he’s not sure it’s gonna be inside his chest anymore if it continues to beat that hard tho.

Han was itching to touch Minho, to stand up and walk over there, grab him and finally flush those hips against his own.

And oh was Minho making it hard for him to not do just that.

He wanted to grab Minho, run his hands over his body, kiss all ove-

What? No no, i ain’t thinking like that, han get your shit together, it’s minho for christ sake.

The older one wasn’t giving up though, he’s not sure what is driving him to do this, but he feels like he wants to drive the other insane, make him want him.

He didn’t have to try hard, because before too long, Han was making his way towards Minho.

Does he think it’s a bad idea? Yes, did he consider this carefully? No, does he give a fuck? Seems like no.

His hands were now grasping Minho’s hips, flushing his body against his own, moving with him.

The older one's back was against Han’s chest, there was not an inch of free space between them.

“God, do you know what you’re doing to me, baby?” Han breathed into Minho’s neck, as they moved to the beat of the song.

Minho could smell the alcohol in Han’s breath, but it’s not like he could complain, his own is probably the same.

“Well why don’t you show me”, whispered Minho back.

Han chuckled little before pulling Minho closer to him, the other could now feel the hard length pressed little above his ass, making him halt his movements for a moment, his breath hitching.

“That is what you’re doing to me”

—----

Minutes have passed on the dance floor, the pair hasn’t freed themself from one another even for a moment, pressed close to each other.

They feel like this is wrong, they're both drunk, but they are enjoying it too.

The adrenaline they are getting from their fuzzy minds and having someone pressed so close to them is intoxicating.

They are not sure what song is playing, and they can’t tell if they are dancing or more like grinding against each other anymore.

It feels suffocating, yet too good to stop.

—----

“Han,...want to get us upstairs?” Minho breathlessly whispers close to Han's ear.

“Fuck it, yes”, that’s the only words they need, right?

—-

As soon as they got upstairs, to one of Hyunjin’s guest rooms, Minho’s back was immediately pressed against the door.

Han kissed Minho’s neck hungrily, his hands roaming from his waist to the back of his thighs and ass.

Minho’s hands were finding their way into Han's hair, grabbing it to lift the others face up, so he can kiss him.

The younger one responded by letting out a breathy moan into Minho’s mouth, and kissing him back.

“Why are your lips so damn soft?” Han grunted in the kiss, grabbing the back of the older’s thighs, pulling him closer.

“I hate you, I hate your soft lips, your big thighs,and fucking adorable eyes” Han blabbered into the kiss.

Minho pulled away to breath for a second “then why are you kissing me, fucking dumbass”

“Because you’re addicting”

—

It wasn’t long before the pair was on the bed, Han sitting down, back against the headboard, Minho straddling him.

Han was letting out small moans as the other was kissing his neck and sometimes grinding his hips down.

“Baby, please,...don’t tease me”, Han pleaded while his hands found their way back to holding Minho’s waist, guiding the older to grind down.

“Ah, s-so impatient, and stop c-calling me that” Minho stuttered out, trying to stop Han from guiding his hips, because he didn’t wanna admit how good it felt.

“Whyyy,...it’s cute how you react to it” Han chuckled, his hands stopping at guiding Minho’s hips, but pulled him closer, so he could kiss his neck.

“W-we shouldn’t do this”, Minho then breathed out, making Han stop his movements.

“What do you mean?”

“We are drunk, I mean, I guess we are aware of what we are doing, but aren’t exactly sober,.....we’re…gonna regret it”

“No, please, don’t leave me hard like this”

Minho was getting up, regretting doing this.

His heart wanted to stay here, it wanted to do this for some reason.

But his brain was yelling at him to stop.

And Minho always listened to his brain.

“Sorry,...han”

And just like that, Minho was gone.

(I mean he walked out of the door, but I wanted to be dramatic)

Han couldn’t believe it, minute ago he had Minho on his lap kissing him, and now he just….walked away.

Han was frustrated, both emotionally and sexually.

Not only did Minho leave him with an aching hard on, but something in his chest was hurting, seeing Minho leave.

He didn’t know why, for some reason he wanted Minho to stay there with him, not only because he desperately wanted to fuck him, but because……he wanted to held him close?

—----

Han ended up sleeping in Hyunjin’s guest room, too tired to go home.

He was a little confused when he woke up before it all came crashing down to his memory again.

Han buried his head into the pillow, groaning to himself.

Minho said we will regret it when we sober up, then why the fuck do i still want him? That’s the question in Han’s mind.

After sulking enough, he made his way downstairs, there were several empty bottles, cans, mess on the floor, everything you expect to see after a party.

He made his way into the kitchen, and found Hyunjin from there, drinking coffee while staring at the mess.

“Morning” 

“Morning”

Nothing else was said between the two, as Han also got coffee for himself and sat beside Hyunjin.

“You stayed the night?”

“Yep”

“Should I be worried i find someone sleeping in the guest room right now” 

Han sighed “no”

Hyunjin raised his brow, turning to look at Han “then why did you stay if you didn’t fuck anyone”

Han was still staring at the mess “i was about to fuck someone”

“What happened”

“He walked out”

Hyunjin couldn’t help but laugh “someone walked out on you?”

“Yes, stop laughing, you motherfucker”

Hyunjin just laughed more.

When Han got home, he just slumped on his bed, not having the energy to do anything.

The rest of the day went pretty much on him sleeping, eating, and then sleeping again.

But he was silently complaining about tomorrow being monday again, he would have to see Minho.

—--

Minho’s day on the other hand went….well see for yourself.

“I can’t believe I did that! Who in their right mind would want to do something like that with him” Minho complained while pacing back and forth in his room.

Felix listened to him as he came over an hour ago.

“Woah woah, i’m not following, Minho, what happened?”

But Minho wasn’t listening to Felix, just complaining to himself, regretting about going to the party.

“Minho!”

“What?”

Felix finally got his attention

“What happened?”

Minho just groaned, not wanting to explain himself but he didn’t wanna leave the other hanging.

“I made out with Han, almost had sex”

The only thing that was heard was a dramatic gasp from Felix, and after that, nothing.

A whole two minutes passed by, without either one of them talking.

“I certainly did not expect that, but I can’t say i’m fully surprised” Felix finally spoke.

“What do you mean you’re not surprised?”

“You two were literally grinding against each other on the dance floor like you haven’t had sex for decades and were desperate to get some damn action”

“We were drunk”

“Did you enjoy it?”

Minho didn’t answer Felix, because he wasn’t sure if he did.

It felt good, but on the other hand he also walked out on Han, so he wasn’t sure if it actually felt as good as it was in the moment or was it only their minds playing tricks.

“hyung,....Did you like it?”

Minho sighed after the other wasn’t giving up

“I guess I did, at least for a moment”

“For a moment?”

“I walked out on him”

Felix gasped “and left him hard? Wait, was he hard, no no, were you hard?”

“I’m not answering to those”

Felix just grinned, “i know you like him~”

Minho halt his pacing, turning to face Felix “I don’t, don’t talk nonsense”

“But you do, look at yourself, you’re blushing while thinking about it”

And he was right, Minho’s cheeks were heating up.

“Doesn’t mean I like him”

“Well you like something about him, clearly”

Minho just rolled his eyes, and sat on the bed beside Felix.

Maybe Felix was right, maybe he liked something about Han.

No, actually, he knew he liked something about Han, but it isn’t like he’s ever gonna say that out loud,...right? It’ll pass.

—--

(monday morning, first class)

Minho was wrong, it did not pass.

Nor will it pass if Han keeps wearing those round glasses and a hoodie he looks like he could drown in.

He’s so adorable was Minho’s first thought when he stepped inside the classroom and laid his eyes on Han, but he quickly averted his eyes away and went to his own seat at the back.

Han’s thoughts were a little bit….let’s just say filthier when he laid his eyes on the older one from his seat. How can a boy look so cute yet have such thoughts?

The lesson is coming to an end, and the teacher explained a project that they have to do with a pair, about health information ( i have no idea what the subject is called in english)

“Okay, so, the two last pairs are,...Felix and chan,..oh and Minho and Han, make sure to put effort and make it presentable, now please, come to the front with your partner so I can give you your topic, everyone gets a different one, it can include the health risks of smoking,vaping, alcohol,medications, unsafe sex,different diseases and so on”

Great was the only word to describe this.

Minho and Han walked to the front to get their topic, keeping a lot of space between each other though.

A great day just turned into an awful one, and even more awful when their topic was health risks of unsafe sex.

The pair exchanged a few words, deciding to meet at Minho’s house for the project, since neither one of them was feeling the school library.

They went to their own classes, both of them for the first time hoping that the lessons would go slowly.

But at the end, the school day was over, and it’s time for the project.

The walk to Minho’s house was quiet, neither one of them said a word, both feeling annoyed,nervous and awkward.

–

“So,...how do you wanna do this, asshole?” Han asked, adding the nickname in the hopes of easing the awkwardness, they were now in the small living room, both sitting down, their books beside them.

Minho just hummed, not looking at the other, but then answered.

“Don’t know, maybe…we should just work on our own parts, get the most…important informations and write it down and then put it together”

Minho didn’t admit that he just didn’t wanna talk to him, so he just suggested working on their own.

And it didn’t take a lot for Han to agree.

After a while though, Han gave up on the question he was trying to write about and just spoke up.

“What are the dangers of unprotected oral sex if — blah blah blah ? What kind of question is that, I don't know,...I just wanna enjoy getting my dick sucked~” he whined.

“There’s a risk of getting STIs if you’re giving or receiving oral sex, the risk increases if you have sores or cuts around the mouth, genitals or anus.”

Han looked over at Minho, raising his eyebrow at his answer.

Minho looked up from the book, “what? Normal information, you should read your homework”

“I do read them, but I just normally don’t care about it if I can get the person to moan because i’m giving them amazing head”

Minho huffed and looked back into the book “i’m not discussion about your oral sex experiences with you, asshole”

“But if i’m an asshole then you basically gave me oral sex because you kissed me”

“Shut up”

“Whyyyy, it’s true tho”

Minho sighed, rubbing his temple and finally turned over to fully look at han.

“That did not happen, I did not give you oral sex, now shut up, and leave me alone”

“And if I continue? Are you gonna walk out on me again?”

Han pouted at the memory “why did you walk out on me?”

“Because we were drunk”

“Tipsy, not drunk, we were still aware”

“Still…..we were not completely sober”

“You said we will regret it….” han started, hesitated little to continue but still did it “but I still for some reason want you”

Minho’s eyes darted all over Han's face, blinking rapidly “what?”

“I want you”

Minho could feel his heart racing, damn, this stupid feeling again.

He then frowned and shook his head not believing it “no you don’t, I annoy you, I have been an asshole to you,....”

“Yeah, and I want you as the asshole you are”

“You know, i’m not sure if i should take those as a sweet or dirty words”

“Think however you want, baby”

The pet name again.

“Han, I don't think it’s a good idea….” Minho said as he stood up.

“No, don’t walk away again” Han said while grabbing Minho’s hand, standing up as well.

“Han-” he couldn’t finish before Han cut him off

“No, tell me why is it a bad idea, nobody is stopping us”

Han insisted, he knew he wanted Minho, he figured his feelings when Minho walked out on him that night, he first didn’t know why it hurted, but now he knows it was because he wants Minho close to him, by his side.

“It’s just,..I-, I annoy you, you annoy me, that’s how it’s always been..” Minho stated, even if his eyes were falling down to look at Han’s lips for a moment “and now my heart is beating fast when you’re around, i feel myself heating up when you look at me, and….I feel suffocated..in a good way? And it scares me, because it feels good, and all the good things comes to an end some day”

Han was stepping closer to the other while he was listening to him, their breaths now mixed up from how close their faces are.

“It’s okay, Minho, to feel scared, because it’s normal to want to hold onto something so good, just remember to cherish the moment and enjoy it while it lasts, and who knows, maybe it’ll last longer than you think, and when it comes to its end, the memories will never fade”

Han’s words brought some comfort to Minho’s heart, he could feel it crumbling its own walls, and wanting to let Han’s words sink in.

“Thanks, wow, who knew you had something so comforting in that brain of yours”

“Jesus, get a little comfort and you’re back to yourself again” Han laughed, and then smirked “so,..if you’re ready to face those fears of yours,..can I please fuck you?”

The older one slapped Han’s shoulder “is that the only thing you think about?”

“Since you danced on that dance floor”, Han informed before smashing his lips on Minho’s.

He let out a surprised moan as he felt Han's lips on his, he couldn’t help but miss the feeling of them, even if they were on his only once.

Minho could feel how Han was pushing him back towards the couch, and before he knew it he was laying on it, Han on top of him as his lips found their way on Minho’s neck.

“Ah,..you seem to really like kissing me..” Minho breathed out, his neck feeling like it was burning, but in a good way, he’s having a tingling sensation everywhere.

“Because again, you’re addicting”

Minho let out a breathy laugh that turned into a moan when Han sucked on his collarbone.

Minho’s hands tugged on Han’s shirt “take it off”

“Ask nicely, and maybe I’ll do it” Han whispered into Minho’s neck, he was having the time of his life while kissing all over Minho’s body, and it was adorable seeing the older one's body getting heated up, and blushing all the way down to his neck.

“Remove it you piece of shit, or I'll do it myself”, was Minho's way of saying it nicely, as his hands again tugged on the shirt, more firmly this time.

“Okay okay, baby, I’ll do it” Han laughed while he removed his shirt.

Minho could now clearly see Han’s bare chest, arms and his abs, and oh those tattoos…they were hypnotizing.

Minho didn’t waste time before running his hands all over Han’s upper body, memorized by it.

“You look hot”

“Hot enough to fuck you?”

Minho just pulled Han into another kiss by the nape of his neck, their bodies flushed together, both breathing heavily, and they couldn’t get enough of each other.

“Keep kissing me and we’ll see”, Minho panted into the kiss, and the only answer he got from Han was him kissing him harder, slipping his tongue into Minho’s mouth, making him whine a little, his hands slipping into Han's hair, gripping it.

“Han?”, Minho whispered into the kiss again, getting a hum as an answer.

“I too, want you as the asshole you are”

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